travel is hard sometimes
This is what happens when SOMEONE sits in my foward-facing seat on the train, and I am too damn polite to make them move, because they are old and I am not old. Basically what my body is saying is that I should just pick a place and stay there. But I’m all better now.




November 20th, 2009 at 10:16 am
were you actually sick on someone shoes? the old person’s shoes?
November 20th, 2009 at 10:42 am
aw poor martin!
November 21st, 2009 at 8:57 pm
It’s not about me, it’s about *Martin*!
(I was sick on Worm’s shoes on a ferry)